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"He wouldn't say nothin' about it," complained Myry; "just says that he air goin' to get even with some one." "Have ye seen him?" stammered Tess. "Yep, this mornin' in his shanty. He were cut bad. They got the horse doctor to sew him up. He air sick, Ben air!" "And the brat," demanded Tess, changing the subject purposely. "Sick the hours through," replied Myra bitterly.
"Ye air the same as Myry," he said slowly; but before he could say another word, the girl interposed hastily: "It ain't my brat.... It belongs to a woman on the hill. I gets paid for it." To every other man save to the one she loved was Tess able to deny the motherhood that had been thrust upon her. To the student she stood condemned of a sin he could not forgive.
"Ye be sure Myry air happy?" came the tired voice again. "Yep." Mrs. Longman threw her eyes on Tessibel. "If she air happy, what air ye cryin' for?" "'Cause it air lonely for ye and Satisfied without her and the brat. I knows, 'cause I ain't had Daddy in such a long time." "We was lookin' for Myry back, but not like " Tess broke in upon her words.
"I wish almost I was Myry," she moaned, "and the student was Ben Letts.... No, no! not that! not that!" She sank under the burden of a new thought. Myra had sought, and had found had searched for Ben in the storm, and had found him. Myra had had more faith than she had. "Faith the size of a mustard-seed," flashed into her mind.
Just before reaching the Longman cabin, she raised her voice and sang again, "Rescue the perishin', Care for the dyin'." Some one opened the door and she bounded in. "Glad ye come, Tessibel," said Mrs. Longman, a small wizened old woman. "The brat air sick to-day. He does nothin' but squall so that my head air a bustin' the hours through. Give him to Tessibel, Myry."
"Myry air a-writin' so dum well," she observed, handing it back, "that I can't make it out. What air she a-sayin'? You read it." Young read the badly-spelled note. "I knowed the brat was Ben Letts'," she said, after the man's voice had died away. "He were a cute kid." "We hope to find them all," interposed Young thoughtfully.
She jumped out of bed, opened the door and allowed Pete to scamper away. After kindling a fire and frying a fish, she sat down to eat. Suddenly a knock on the door startled her. Ben might return even after his lesson of the night before. Without unclasping the lock, she called out: "Who air it?" "It air me, Tessibel. Open the door. It air Myry!" Tess flung open the door with a smile.
A shrill voice calling his name brought "Satisfied" Longman to his feet, and he hobbled away toward the shack. "'Pears like 'Satisfied' ain't got much strength any more," said Skinner. "He ain't been worth much of anythin' sence I got back." "Him an' Ma Longman've failed a lot sence Myry an' Ezry died," agreed Jake. "An' no wonder!
He rubbed his face frantically with the soiled sleeve of his shirt, spitting out the scales and blood that hat lodged between his dark-colored teeth. "Ye're always a tormentin' her, Ben," said Longman; "now if ye was only satisfied to let her alone, I air a thinkin' that she wouldn't bother ye. Tess air a good girl, for Myry says as how she can hush the brat when he air a howlin' like a nigger."
"I were sure he done the shootin', but 'tweren't till Ezry swore he saw 'im that the lawyer could prove I didn't do it. But Tess says Myry loved Ben. Women air queer critters, ain't they?" "Myry sure was," assented Brewer, thoughtfully. "In spite of Ezry's tellin' her, Ben'd most drowned him, an' done the killin' they was goin' to hang you fer, up she gits an' takes the brat an' goes off with Ben.
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